As I mentioned in the previous post, my hopes last weekend were that I would be able to sell my motorcycle after the buyer had it checked out at the local shop. The mechanic said it was a great bike, but that the front seals would need to be replaced soon, and so I was only able to sell it for the minimum I’d set for myself, $3000. All told, I probably lost a couple/few grand on the whole experience, but it’s finally off my hands, so it’s time to move on. One nice bit about the sale is that the buyer instructs skydiving and also works at a place with a windtunnel skydiving simulator, and he said if I come early on a weekend morning I might be able to try it out free. So I’ve got that goin’ for me.
I’m not sure why I planned it out this way, but as soon as I got rid of my secondary vehicle, I dropped my only remaining vehicle off at the shop for repairs. The up side was that I brought my bicycle along to get myself to work after dropping the car off, and realized that I’d forgotten how pleasant it can be to ride the bike to work. Sure, I get a little sweaty, but I end up feeling somewhat energized, too. Unfortunately, it took all week to finish the $2k repairs on the car. I had engagements in Bakersfield on Tuesday and Malibu on Wednesday, so I had to rent a car for two days, which left me feeling like an asshole for declining rental car coverage on my insurance policy. I will be rectifying that situation very soon. I picked up my repaired vehicle Friday afternoon, and it looks good as new. Still, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake the sense that the car, which was brand new just one year ago, is now “damaged goods.” Oh well. This morning I rode my bike to work again, not because I had to, but because it feels nice. Maybe I do still have two vehicles.And now here’s a picture of the cat who lives in my apartment, just for fun:
